Siesta days

Or should I say daze.  A few days of really hot weather is one thing but after seven or eight days in a range from the low 90's to 100 today, life begins to feel a little exhausting.  Living in an area surrounded on one side by a sound and on the other by an ocean does not make for low humidity. It must be noted that having once lived in Washington D.C this is not real humidity and having once spent a summer in Phoenix AZ this is not real heat.  I was so much younger then.

After a morning spent going out on a few errands, jotting a few notes here, cleaning up a little around the house, and then going outside to check on a balky sprinker system that had just been "fixed", even a light lunch did me in.  Nap time.  The same thing happened yesterday. 

Generally naps are something that I try to avoid because the first few minutes after waking up are often unpleasant.  In this weather it's as if there is no choice.  Maybe the mythical tsetse fly of grammar school days is about but, no, I think it's the heat.

When George W. Bush was President,  I often wondered about his nap schedule.  The most powerful leader in world takes the middle of the day off.  If there were a statistic on unassisted naps for all Presidents(unassisted meaning not induced by alcohol or pills), this would be one category where George W. would surely be at or near the top.

Now maybe I understand.  He grew up in Texas and spent all of his working career in Texas.  Maybe the mid-day nap was just an ingrained habit, one that was part of his health and metabolism that could not be denied.  He did get up really early, apparently, as he really enjoyed playing those war games with his staff and military advisors, maps, strategy, stuff like that.

Naps were his thing.  He rarely looked tired or agitated.

Here naps will never become a habit but in this weather even a half hour completely off is a relief.